The kindness of strangers.

I was running out of work last night, throwing
on my favourite jacket to get the last bus when I caught
it on a door knob and it ripped the pocket right off.

I cried. I've just had the worse 2 days of my professional life.
I've been insulted, kicked around, ripped to shreds in meetings.
Really, really horrible. Please god, don't let me ever have to
go through that again.
I ran to the bus stop, and just managed to get it. Got out my purse
and fuck, no change. I looked at the bus driver and said in a stupid Donald Duck voice (don't ask me why) 'I haven't got the right money'.

And the lovely man let me stay on.
I know it's not much, but it made me like humans again.